#violock

Genderbending and flowers

Violock as this...

Vi's trying to teach Ches how to dance "properly" and Cheslock is not taking it seriously at all.

'You have to step like this, look.' Violet said for what felt like the hundredth time as he demonstrated for a wheezing Cheslock.

Ches had expressed an interest in learning how to ballroom dance more than once but now that they were in the thick of it he seemed to be fully distracted by his own fits of laughter. Violet was getting rather frustrated really. Cheslock always had to turn everything that made him nervous into a joke. Luckily he knew exactly how to make his "friend" focus.

Violet used his hold on Cheslock's wrist to spin him from facing him to facing away. He pressed his front into Ches' back and allowed himself a little grin as Cheslock's laughter turned more nervous than amused. Although, that wasn't good enough. So Violet used his secret weapon. The one thing he was certain would get Cheslock's brain to slow down enough for him to concentrate.

Violet slid his hand up from Cheslock's waist to his chest, slowly, very obvious in his teasing. Ches' body relaxed but he was still laughing. Violet went on, trailing his fingers up and up and up until they entrapped Cheslock's throat, not sqweezing at all simply resting there.

Although he was breathing hard and still grinning, Cheslock had stopped laughing. Finally. Violet felt his lips pull into too sharp a smile, something rakish and foreign on his face. He embraced it.

Violet: I love you too. Wait. You're talking to the nicotine, aren't you?

John couldn’t help an amused smile when he found the photo among the rest of Sherlock’s files while he attempted to clean the sitting room as a favor to Mrs. Hudson. On the back was the caption he’d written: Sherlock Holmes, Miss Violet Hunter, and myself at The Copper Beeches, April 20th, 1891.